"Tch!" Gojūsuke shifted further forward. While if he needed to, taking a hit was not his first choice. The attack was swift, but not unseeable, and regardless of the intended strategy of the boxer, Gojūsuke had his own plan. He slid forward and to his left, raising his right arm as a guard to push the fist away from his body and face. If he were more into it, more intent on going in for a killing blow, he'd have maneuvered the block into another attack, grappling the boxer's arm. Instead, he left his attack as a guard. He still didn't know what to expect, but the benefit of guarding the way he did, was it allowed him better reach as an in fighter, and it opened up his opponent's right side, denying him the use of his left, least until he had a chance to turn and bring it back into range.

The southpaw this time made another shot, using his hip as a launcher to fire off his left hand at the boxer's ribcage, under his armpit. It was something that had been drilled into the young fighter, a spot that blows to couldn't be softened, only blocked or evaded. Regardless of circumstance, once Gojūsuke reached his full extension, he'd snap back, creating a bit of an opening. The quiet was annoying him. This guy really just seemed too placid.